gross rules


best of greys - winning a battle, losing the war
     I’ve been wondering to myself, why are you so hell bent on getting me to go out with you? You know you’re my boss, you know it’s against the rules, you know I keep saying no. It’s the chase.

the-tao-of-fandom  asked:

For prompts: So I'm interested to hear about the courtship of female Sam Vimes and Lady Ramkin because obviously that's something everyone needs in their lives. (or just the life of a female Sam in general)

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Those nights when she makes it home at something approaching a decent hour, Sam will lie in bed with Sybil’s head on her stomach. Sybil keeps her hair very short and fine beneath her wigs, and Sam likes the feel of it, tracing every dip and line of Sybil’s skull, from the soft rolls of her neck to the slope of her temples, the sharp curve of her widow’s peak. Her fingertips could map out Ankh-Morpork on Sybil’s skin, though sometimes she got distracted and forgot where Scooner’s Lane ended and the faint divot beneath Sybil’s ear began.

Sometimes Sybil will talk, or read aloud, and Sam thinks—there’s the Chase, there is always the Chase, but this might the only thing she’s ever known where there’s joy in the having.

What are you thinking about? Sybil asks sometimes, and Sam says, Nothing, nothing. Tell me more, I was listening. I like listening to you.


There was an Understanding.

The Understanding was: Her Grace, Lady Sybil Deidre Olgivanna Ramkin, had, on the twelfth of May, married Captain Samantha Vimes of the Ankh-Morpork Watch. It was a very lovely ceremony. There had been cake.

Questions on the matter, such as “is there legal precedent for this”, “where exactly are the records for—” and “how does a noble title pass to a duchess’ wife” could be respectfully addressed to the Patrician.

It was amazing how quickly people Understood, when Vetinari was suggested as the alternate means of education.

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got curious an asked jade wwhat human parents are

kinda wwish i hadnt

puts a lot a these questions into a neww perspectivve honestly

i mean i aint really into human biology but one thing i knoww for sure is that wweird shit happens if you reproduce wwith your genetic forebears

an if anythin flushed is happenin betwween you an your lusus then somethin is DEFINITELY wwrong

Get To Know Me Tag

Heeyyy, @ghostgirl19posts tagged me in this post! Thanks for the tag gurl but who would want to get to know me? Gross. lmao

Rules: The rule is to tag 20 more followers that you would like to get to know better ( I DON’T KNOW 20 PEOPLE???)

Name: It’s yo girl, PAAAIIGGGEE.

Nicknames: Paigers,Paigearoner, Paps, Egg, and my favorite Pussy Knees (I got that from my cat leggings, it has cat heads on my knees)

Zodiac Sign: Scorpio

Height: 5′4 

Ethnicity: White af (being more specific, I’m German and a bit of Irish) 

Favorite Fruit: Frozen grapes because I’m extra 

Favorite Season: Fall because I love the temperature and Halloween so B)

Favorite Book: OK, TBH TIME. I hardly read books, I’m more of a comic book reader because I love a storyline along with good drawings ;-;

Favorite Flower: Can’t think of one 8(

Favorite Scent: It ties between Coconut or Lavendar

Favorite Animal: DOGS.

Coffee, Tea, or Hot Chocolate: Hot Chocolate, FIU.

Cat or Dog Person: Dogs, they're too good for this world.

Dream Trip: Ireland (all the beautiful scenery) 

Blog Created: 5/6 years ago??

Number of Followers: 645, but my art blog has like 200+ more B(

What Do I Post About: 95% reblogged shit posts, 5% reblogged fandom shit.

Do I Get Asks On Regular Basis: No, but don’t hesitate to. WIINNKK


Favorite Band/Artist: Panic at the Disco

Fictional Characters I’d Date: I can’t date any of them, I love them like my own children.

Hogwarts House: Hufflepuff B)))

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The Nickname Rule-- a Portiana one-shot

Dear @marzo4all, are you happy now?  I posted it.

For practically her whole life, Ariana had just been Ariana.

When she was really young, her parents and a few close friends had called her Ari.  And that was okay with her.  

Until the day she turned thirteen and decided that she was an adult, and there was to be no more of this juvenile ‘Ari’ business.  She was already short for her age with a bit of a baby face.  She certainly didn’t need to add to that effect with a juvenile name.

And from then on forward, everyone called her Ariana.

Whenever Ariana met someone new, she made a point of it.  Her own personal no-nickname rule.  “Hey I’m Ariana.  Full name only.  No nicknames.  Thanks.”

Her first girlfriend thought it would be cute to shorten her name to Ana.  It wasn’t.  Ariana dumped her within two weeks.

College was supposed to be much of the same.  Her floormates had accepted it readily.  Not one of them had tried a nickname thank god.

Ariana had thought it would be much of the same when she joined Mu Sigma Theta.

And it might have been.

Except Ariana had to go and be really, really gay.

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My 300th post is finally here!! (actually I’m at like 303 oops)

I held one for my 100th & 200th so let’s continue the tradition :D

1 Digital drawing for 1 lucky Follower!!

Rules (ew gross):

  • Must be following me
  • 1 Like or 1 Reblog or both!
  • Ask box must be open
  • No Giveaway blogs

Winner will be chosen on May 1st, by a random number generator, and will have 48 hours to respond otherwise I’ll pick another.

You can request anything you want, except torture or porn. No back ground, Bust or Headshot only, and No couple requests. You can provide as much or as little detail as you want, even refs c:

If you have any questions feel free to askbox me or my e-mail is


lilietsblog replied to your post: What is the no.1 reason, or at least o…

I also have no idea what’s wrong with the other reasons… like what’s the point of the post?

The post in question

The original context was an opinion piece discussing the need for accommodations to address the drastically longer wait times women have to endure for public restrooms. So I guess the gist of the quote I pulled from the comments section was that it’s womankind’s own fault for being so silly and frivolous with our bathroom time.

I’m baffled as to the origin of this persistent legend of women’s bathrooms being super fun secret party zones where everybody’s gossiping and performing elaborate cosmetic rituals, because public restrooms are fucking gross, as a rule. Surprise, we are people and just want to get the fuck out of the bathroom ASAP. And as anyone who has ever used a women’s restroom after waiting in a very long line knows, you do NOT fuck around or dilly dally when there’s a line, because a dozen people who have to pee very badly are all staring at you as you go in/come out.

Then there’s this lovely patriarchal ideal that all public facilities should be designed around the needs and norms of the able-bodied cis male. It is such a deep seated idea that merely suggesting that a public facility should be designed to meet the actual needs and size of the population it serves is enough to get some people fuming mad, because some people are the absolute worst.

Hope this helps!